October Poems 2024 >> the leap of faith

A Poem for Each Day of the Month in Which I was Born
 
October 02
the leap of faith
 
sweet wednesday morn, hopeful, by light of day,
to maximise from minimum its charm,
teach me to fashion wisdom from my clay.
and could i to a blade of grass bring harm,
 
knowing how delicate and brief his hour,
what, then, could my sobriety defend,
when foxes my own soul seek to devour?
the ebon shades of night may yet portend
 
a spirit of delusion and regret,
but youthful verve bears buffer in its chide
sufficient to its labour and its debt.
is there a place for apathy to hide?
 
then let me bury pride and dance with shame,
until october marries hope again,
and swallows up the tongue that tweets the blame.
my destination bids me leave the strain
 
of toil, the futile fret of care, behind;
for days shall wither by their minute-hands,
till lingers naught of tempus primus wind.
the leap of faith is all that life demands.
 
© Copyright 2024 October 02
by Clyve A. Bowen♫